Of Flight

Almost touching
not quite there
images of haze appear
before another pair of eyes
as he reaches out
to touch eternity
through mortal form

but now his eyes can see
the myriad opportunities
that only love
can bring into a life
as he strives too hard
to move beyond a fear
that never really knew
reality at all

and wind whispers in his ear
"The fuel to flight
is found within your heart
even as you see
through eyes of innocence"
Now he scans the immortality
of light reborn to darkness
within this dream
of life now brought
to the experience of flight. . .


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